I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 313 The Awakening of the White Frost Prophet

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The statue in the bag was an image of Rod.

The facial features are not sculpted in great detail, but you can still tell that it is Rod.

The surface is a layer of sea-patterned magic steel, and the inside is probably wood. It's not as heavy as I imagined.

However, the surface is polished very smoothly, and it gleams with a metallic luster under the flame.

The statue of Rhodes is draped in a cloak and wears dragon scale armor, with his family crest clearly visible on his chest.

Rhodes raised his forehead slightly, his expression solemn, his eyes fixed on the distance.

Most striking are the two purple gemstone fragments embedded in Rhodes' eyes.

This was Senda's own private property, but since Rhodes did not have a purple spiritual gem, Senda made it out of his own pocket.

The statue's hands grip Ashbringer tightly, the sword tip hanging down, touching the ground steadily, symbolizing protection and order.

It seems that Rhodes is not only a lord, but also a guardian.

However, Rhodes was not concerned with these things, but rather with the specific effects of the statue.

It contains the blood of Rhodes and is the "spiritual anchor" for those who believe in Rhodes.

But right now, this statue is only half-finished; it's missing the most crucial element.

"Is Senda asking me to leave my spiritual mark on this?"

After examining the statue, Rhodes asked.

White Frost Prophet nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, that's what Master Senda told me."

He also said, "It's the same way you leave a spiritual imprint on other magical items."

"Just like other magical items..."

Rhodes recalled how he had treated his storage badge and tried to communicate with the statue in front of him using his mental power.

Just like with the magical ornaments, Rhode could clearly sense the presence of the statue.

But as Rhodes concentrated his mind and formed an imprint on it, the statue suddenly trembled slightly.

The newly formed spiritual imprint withered and vanished without a trace, just like a flower that had passed its blooming season.

"Ok?"

Rhodes was somewhat surprised and immediately tried again.

However, this time the situation remained unchanged. The spiritual imprint had just been successfully formed when it was shattered once again by the tremors of the statue.

There are generally three reasons for this situation.

The mental imprint of someone else was left on it, or the magic item failed to be made, or the magic item's level was too high and Rhodes' mental strength was insufficient.

The works that Senda has just completed will not bear the imprint of anyone else's spirit.

Rhodes didn't feel anything from above.

Rhodes believed that Senda, as a blacksmith, should have the judgment to determine if the magical item was defective.

So the remaining issue is that Rhodes' own mental strength is insufficient.

After a moment's thought, Rhodes immediately took out the magic wand that could amplify mental power.

If it still doesn't work this time, there's nothing I can do.

Rhodes thought to himself, gripping his wand tightly. His mental energy spread forward along the wand, condensing into mental tentacles that landed on the statue.

The statue began to tremble slightly again.

But its spiritual tentacles are far more robust than imagined, and the tremors have no effect on it whatsoever.

Then, under Rhodes' control, the mental tentacles began to wrap around the statue.

Immediately afterward, the mental tendrils snapped, and Rhodes felt a sharp "clang" in his mind, his consciousness momentarily blurred.

When Rhodes came to his senses again and looked at the statue in front of him, he could feel a distinct sense of familiarity and warmth.

At the same time, he could sense an unusual fluctuation emanating from the statue.

It is faint but real, like countless tiny ripples spreading across the lake of the mind.

It's hard to describe this feeling.

It wasn't a fluctuation of magical power, but more like... a resonance of spirits.

The undulation becomes even more pronounced when the gaze falls upon the statue's eyes.

At the same time, Rhodes suddenly felt that the statue had become lighter, as if it had been hollowed out.

"It should be successful."

Rhodes put away his wand and began toying with the statue again.

"Holy Lord, what is the purpose of this statue?"

The White Frost Prophet looked at the statue in Rhodes' hand and cautiously asked, "Was it difficult to make?"

Rhodes withdrew his gaze and looked at the White Frost Prophet.

"Just tell me what you want to do."

"That's right, Holy Lord, such statues can serve as an adjunct when promoting your greatness."

The White Frost Prophet whispered his advice: "Let everyone see your heroic figure and handsome face every day, and they will remember you more easily and admire you."

"That's a good suggestion. You can have the carpenters and stonemasons carve it separately."

Rhodes smiled and said, "This is a magical item that can help those who pray to me to sense the presence of energy more quickly."

"Sena also said that it can store some energy here, but I'm not sure if it actually works."

"Can I really gain power by praying to you?" The White Frost Prophet's mouth gaped open, his eyes filled with shock.

"Yes, Wolfhoof and the others have been cultivating in this way for a long time."

Rhodes nodded casually, then asked, "You still don't know?"

The White Frost Prophet was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly said, "I tried, but I didn't succeed, Holy Lord!"

"It seems you're not very devout in your faith towards me."

Rhodes gazed at the White Frost Prophet, a smile playing on his lips.

To gain strength through prayer, one must try to pray repeatedly; merely doing it once or twice is not enough.

"I have given you everything, Holy Lord!"

The White Frost Prophet hurriedly knelt down, prostrating herself before Rhodes in utter worship.
"My faith in you is unparalleled, and no one can compare to the great Holy Lord!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm not blaming you."

Rod waved his hand casually, signaling Bai Shuang to get up.

Administrators like the White Frost Prophet possess the Seed of Nature within them, and Rhodes understands their loyalty.

The White Frost Prophet slowly rose to his feet, his face still showing fear.

At that moment, a guard suddenly appeared at the door and reported, "My lord, there is new news from the border town: a level two emergency."

"Okay, bring it over."

After Rod responded, Vivian, who was standing in the corner, quickly walked up and took the wooden tube containing the letters.

Rhodes turned to the White Frost Prophet, "You should go back first and hurry up and arrange the things I've assigned you."

"Yes, Holy Lord."

The White Frost Prophet quickly bowed in respect, her gaze fixed on the statue in Rhodes's hand.
"Holy Lord, could I borrow one of your statues to try? As your most devout servant, I believe I will succeed in my prayers..."

"The most devout servants generally do not need the assistance of statues."

Rhodes looked at the White Frost Prophet with a slightly mocking gaze.

But he still handed the statue to the White Frost Prophet, saying, "You can use it for two days, then you have to return it to Senda."

The yak herders also rely on the statues to pray, hoping to speed up energy recovery and improve efficiency.

"Thank you for your generosity!"

The White Frost Prophet excitedly accepted the statue with both hands, carefully wrapped it in a black cloth, bowed respectfully, and withdrew.

After the White Frost Prophet left, Vivian opened the wooden tube, pulled out a note, and handed it to Rhodes.

As Rod looked at the tiny characters on it, a slight smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
"The Hanren family really thinks highly of me."

Vivian took the note from Rhodes, read it carefully, and then threw it into the brazier.

The document contained information about the movements of the Border Town Rats, as well as news of several powerful knights gathering at Frosthold.

"What should we do next?" Vivian asked in a low voice.

"If they want to find my trail, then let them search."

Rhodes seemed to be deep in thought, and slowly stood up.
"I hadn't figured out how to deal with them yet, but they've given me some ideas."

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...The White Frost Prophet hugged the statue tightly to his chest and followed the soldiers into his own tent.

The space inside the tent was cramped, with only a bed made of straw and animal hides and a brazier.

However, for the White Frost Prophet himself, it was enough.

"I'll take my leave now. You can come to me if you need anything."

The soldier nodded in salute, then turned and left.

The White Frost Prophet bent down and crawled into the tent, carefully placing the statue on his bed.

Then the White Frost Prophet casually picked up a piece of animal hide, knelt down on the ground, took out a packet of herbs from his bosom and threw it into the brazier, and a strange fragrance filled the tent.

This herb is what the White Frost Prophet uses to calm his mind during divination.

Immediately, the White Frost Prophet crossed her hands in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and her lips trembled slightly.
"The great Lord of Blackpine Ridge, Lord Rhodes Tulip."

"You are the source of strength and the embodiment of wisdom."

The White Frost Prophet's voice was deep and devout.

"You are the light of Black Pine Ridge, the savior of the wasteland..."

"Please listen to the voice of your loyal servant..."

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Bai Shuang's face was filled with utmost piety as she repeatedly recited the prayer.

As darkness fell, the sounds from the camp outside gradually subsided, with only the occasional footsteps of patrolling soldiers remaining.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the White Frost Prophet's forehead, and his body trembled slightly from kneeling for so long.

But he didn't stop.

Wolf Hoof's prayer proved everything to be true, and as a prophet, he was even more able to awaken his power.

"You have given us warm homes and plenty of food..."

"You led us to conquer the wilderness and dispel the cold..."

The White Frost Prophet's voice grew increasingly agitated, yet he remained completely unresponsive.

The White Frost Prophet couldn't help but open his eyes and gaze at the statue's majestic and handsome face.

"Please grant me strength so that I may serve you better!"

"The Great Holy Lord!"

"I will spread your glory to every corner of the world!"

The White Frost Prophet prostrated himself on the ground, stretching out his hands, palms up, in a gesture of receiving blessings.

"Please, answer my sincere prayer!"

At that very moment, the purple gems in the statue's eyes began to glow faintly.

The White Frost Prophet sensed a slight fluctuation emanating from the statue, which suddenly impacted his mind!
"what!"

He couldn't help but let out a soft groan, followed by an unprecedented sense of fulfillment!

It felt as if something was being poured into the White Frost Prophet's body, making him feel hot all over!
A scorching energy emerged from various parts of his body and converged together!
In the blink of an eye, the White Frost Prophet's skin began to redden, and sweat quickly seeped from his pores, making his dry skin glisten with oil under the flames!

"Magic? Is it really magic?!"

The White Frost Prophet's voice trembled, and his face betrayed his uncontainable joy!

However, due to his distraction, the restless, scorching energy in his body subsided instantly, leaving only a small, faint trace still flowing.

The White Frost Prophet quickly focused his spirit and prayed again.

A moment later, the scorching energy surged again, and the White Frost Prophet felt a sharp pain in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, a fiery red scene flashed into my mind.

Countless mountains were engulfed in flames, with crimson lava gushing from the mountain mouths.

Countless figures emerged from the billowing smoke, continuously approaching the White Frost Prophet.

And at the very front was the object of the White Frost Prophet's prayers, Holy Lord Rhodes!

"Holy Lord!"

The White Frost Prophet exclaimed in surprise, his face filled with utmost piety!
Enveloped in flames, Rhodes slowly walked up to White Frost and placed his right hand on the White Frost Prophet's head.

"Take full advantage of this blessing!"

White Frost Prophet felt his body burning hot as if it were on fire, and a violent mental force drilled into his mind.

"what!"

The White Frost Prophet couldn't help but let out a scream and collapsed to the ground in a sorry state!
"The White Frost Prophet!"

A soldier's exclamation came from outside, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing, don't worry about me..."

The White Frost Prophet responded weakly with his eyes closed.

But his face was full of smiles.

Because that mental energy just now carried a large amount of magical information.

Those spells are now completely imprinted in the mind of the White Frost Prophet.

"It's true, it's all true!"

The White Frost Prophet sensed the information in his mind and forced himself to get up.

His lips trembled slightly, and as the incantation rang out, a cluster of flames appeared in his hand.

"I have finally become a true spellcaster!"

The White Frost Prophet crossed her arms over her chest, looked up devoutly, and said, "Thank you for the blessings of the great Lord! I will serve you forever!"

After praying again, the White Frost Prophet began to carefully review the information in his mind.

The White Frost Prophet was so excited because he had gained not only power, but also magical knowledge.

It contains various spells, including divination, healing, and offensive/defensive spells.

However, the White Frost Prophet currently has limited abilities, only the Purifying Flame and the original Divination Technique.

The effect of the Purifying Flame is that the pure flames burn away decaying wounds, removing diseases, toxins, and harmful energy, leaving behind pure flesh and blood.

After using this spell, it is often combined with healing potions to accelerate wound healing.

The White Frost Prophet's current divination technique is true magic; he can obtain omens of good or bad fortune through fire.

Without hesitation, the White Frost Prophet used the last of his energy to perform a divination.

A ball of flame flew from his hand, hovering in mid-air and constantly changing before being slowly eroded by the blackness.

"This is bad! The Holy Lord may be in danger in the future!"

The White Frost Prophet was startled; the so-called black flames represented a terrible omen.

However, before he could even get up, some red dots appeared in the center of the black flames, quickly spreading outwards and enveloping the black flames in reverse.

In the blink of an eye, the black flames turned into crimson flames.

The White Frost Prophet's movements froze in mid-air, as she murmured softly.

Was my spellcasting incorrect?

"Or... did the Holy Lord turn the disaster into a good thing?"

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The White Frost Prophet dared not delay.

The next day, at the crack of dawn, the prophet White Frost, disregarding the chill of the early morning, rushed to the camp to seek an audience with Rhodes.

Rhodes, who was having breakfast, granted the White Frost Prophet's request to see him and invited him to join him.

How could the White Frost Prophet dare to have breakfast with Rhodes now?

He waited outside the tent until Rhodes finished breakfast before coming in to report his awakening and divination to Rhodes.

Rhodes was overjoyed by the White Frost Prophet's awakening. A broad smile appeared on his face after hearing the divination results, but he didn't say much.

Then Rhodes instructed the White Frost Prophet to pray well, and hurriedly left the camp with Vivian.

"Great Holy Lord, where are you going in such a hurry?"

The White Frost Prophet stood outside the tent and asked the guard curiously, "Why didn't you even bring your own guard? Is it safe?"

The guard didn't hesitate and said casually,
"News has come from White Deer Territory: a mysterious ruin has been discovered."

"The lord was very curious and decided to go and see for himself."

"oh oh."

After hearing the guard's reply, the White Frost Prophet nodded thoughtfully.

He sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

(End of this chapter)