Wizard Farming Guide

Chapter 91 Absorption and Evolution

According to Rhodes, Baron Jeff did not return to his own territory after leaving him.

Instead, they continued north, visiting the pioneering knights there.

Taking advantage of their shared identity as citizens of the kingdom, they visited each household to ingratiate themselves with them.

They only buy a small amount of food each time, never asking for much.

Since a baron like him had come in person, the various pioneering knights felt embarrassed to refuse.

After all, it's just a few hundred pounds of grain, nothing to worry about. It would be too embarrassing to not even give them this much face.

After this round of shopping, he actually managed to collect tens of thousands of pounds of grain.

It wouldn't be a problem to make hundreds of people tighten their belts for a month.

At this time of year, the value of grain can no longer be simply measured in gold coins; buying it is a guaranteed profit.

However, this method can only be used by the first person.

Those who want to follow suit and try to eat crabs will probably not even be able to get in the door.

In addition to Baron Jeff, Rhodes also received letters from the other five Knights of the Round Table in his alliance.

He came to express his gratitude.

Thanks to his previous advice at Dragon Fortress, the food reserves in all the Alliance territories are currently good.

There is no need to worry about food shortages for at least the next two months.

After the cold snap, the Alliance knights breathed a sigh of relief and expressed their deep gratitude to him in their letters.

This slightly boosted Rod's reputation in the league.

But really, it's not that big of an impact; at most, it will make them a little more enthusiastic when they greet others.

To have enough influence among the Pioneer Knights, the most basic requirement is to have the biggest fist!

At the very least, they should demonstrate the strength of the Extreme Knight.

Besides ability, reputation is also very important; one must have their own unique name.

In a sense, this is more important than strength.

Only by having an exclusive title will the noble circle be willing to discuss and acknowledge your knightly glory.

Only then will other pioneering knights willingly follow behind and accept your leadership.

"If we want to make a name for ourselves, it seems we'll have to rely on knights charging forward; hiding in the back and shooting arrows won't do the trick."

Rhodes glanced at the longbow and shook his head helplessly.

His performance in the Battle of Sarko was absolutely remarkable.

The archer's suppressive power was even greater than Charlie's.

However, he did not attract much attention from outsiders.

The same applies to the propaganda of the Round Table Council; at most, when other nobles talk about him, they might mention his superb archery skills.

And then? And then that was it.

Many people remain skeptical of his record.

The main reason is that Rhodes' past rumors were bad, which gave everyone a preconceived impression.

In addition, he was too young. Among the pioneering knights whose average age was over twenty-eight, he, a sixteen-year-old, seemed out of place.

It can unconsciously lead people to associate it with weakness.

The solution is simple: if you are strong enough and win a few more battles, others will have no choice but to believe you.

The northern frontier was never short of war.

At night, Rod closed his eyes in his room.

The soul ascends, entering the northern remnant of the Star Spirit Heaven.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the branch of a tall birch tree.

He was also wearing white armor.

Frost Guardian: This is a perfectly crafted armor set forged by dwarven blacksmiths.

Rhodes discovered something amazing: it connected with his own soul.

It will attach itself to his soul and leave with him when he leaves the Northern Remnant.

"The special nature of the spirit world, this armor itself was forged with spiritual energy."

Rhodes understood the situation, and at the same time, a new idea popped into his mind.

Based on the alchemical knowledge in the wizard's manual, he might be able to quickly replicate this set of white steel armor in reality.

Refocusing his attention on the present, Rod leaped down from the tree branch.

He took out a map and clearly identified his current location.

Guided by the path to the audience, he traveled from the village to the capital of Eternal Winter, first traversing a corridor of icy, rugged mountains.

He is currently located at the front end of the Cold Ridge Corridor.

This place is home to a large number of Iceblade Wolves, Icebreakers, and Great Snow Sheep, among others.

But now, this snow-capped mountain has been occupied by a new group of monsters.

Rhodes raised his palm, and the spiritual power of the Mist Raven condensed into a black sword.

He then gripped the black sword tightly and swung it downwards with a sudden slash.

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, puffs of air burst forth from the snow beneath our feet, and snowflakes flew everywhere.

In this white, misty fog that obscured visibility, the three-headed dragon servant leaped out of the ground.

The menacing long beak lunged at Rhodes.

However, in mid-air, it was cleaved in two by a downward-sloping crescent moon slash, and the three-headed dragon servant died on the spot.

After defeating the enemy, he went forward to collect spiritual energy.

A total of 6 units of mottled divinity were obtained.

This is the standard unit that Rhodes established for the mottled divinity; one unit refers to the total amount provided by a first-order early-stage dragon servant.

Because of the creation of the White Wolf Howl, the mottled divinity provided by the wolf-shaped dragon servant was completely depleted.

Rhodes estimated that he needed 20 units of mottled divinity to reach the level of an elite knight, and 120 units to reach the level of an extreme knight.

He walked alone through the pure white snow, leaving only a brief trail of footprints before they were quickly covered by the snow.

The dragon servants of the snow mountain are cunning and like to hide under the snow to ambush others.

Fortunately, with his True Sight, Rhode could see through their disguises as soon as they got within five meters, allowing him to strike in advance.

He climbed up a high slope ahead, and suddenly stopped.

Looking down from the high slope, Rhodes spotted a pack of Iceblade wolves several hundred meters away.

Amidst the howls of wolves, they surrounded a dragon servant, lurking nearby, ready to attack at any moment.

However, the next second, the dragon servant that was being besieged disappeared from the spot.

It raised its rapier and launched a sudden thrust, the tip of the sword transforming into dozens of sword beams.

The sharp sword light pierced the head of the Ice Blade Fang Wolf, and most of the white wolves were killed by the sudden thrust, without any chance to fight back.

The few that survived quickly tucked their tails between their legs and fled without looking back.

Rhodes suddenly narrowed his eyes and gripped the black sword in his hand tightly.

Under his gaze, the dragon servant stretched out its arms toward the sky, as if performing some kind of ritual.

The spirit of the Ice Blade Fang Wolf after its death does not dissipate, but instead converges towards it.

The dragon servant began to change; its skeletal, skinned body bulged with muscles, and its form gradually transformed into a werewolf-like dragon servant.

But unlike the one wielding the crystal greatsword, its body is more slender, resembling that of a normal human.

Dragon servants devour the spirituality of other creatures to make themselves stronger.

Seeing this, Rod understood.

He raised his hand, holding the black sword in front of him.

Because the next second, the grown-up wolf-shaped dragon servant disappeared from the spot once again.

After a few large strides, he appeared in front of Rhodes, the tip of his rapier gleaming with brilliant light.

Bang! Clang!

"Agile swordsmanship? What a coincidence, so am I." Rhodes deflected its thrust, his eyes gleaming with magical power.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Afterimages flickered around the wolf-shaped dragon servant.

That's its next movement trajectory.

It was clearly seen through by the Eye of True Sight.

Time flowed again, and using the speed brought by the raven's feather, Rhode tilted his head to the left.

At the last moment, he dodged the thrust that grazed his cheek.

At the same time, the black sword in his hand sliced ​​open the enemy's neck.

(End of this chapter)