Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago guessed that the reason why Bloodstained Ersog almost destroyed his mental space was probably related to the animal skin scroll he had obtained before. He had inadvertently read out its name and was marked by it.

It seems I'll need to have a proper discussion with the Darkblood Council about Bloodstained Ersog in the future.

He took out the animal hide scroll from his storage ring, gritted his teeth, and decided it was best to burn it. Who knew if he would encounter such a thing again when he entered the spiritual space in the future?

As for the witchcraft recorded above, Dago was somewhat reluctant, but he chose to give it up for the sake of his life.

His mental space already has so many messes; if this happens a few more times, he might as well just ascend to immortality on the spot.

Under the scorching heat of the kerosene lamp, the animal skin scroll burned for a full half hour before finally turning to ashes.

Dago clapped his hands, then began to practice meditation, converting and accumulating spiritual energy to replenish his soul.

He brought up the system panel to check the results of his cultivation over the past five days.

【《巫师通用冥想法》（蜕变7310/10000）；《冰晶炮》（蜕变4197/10000）；《共鸣术》（蜕变4280/10000）；《探测术》（蜕变1857/10000）；《魔药炼製》（入门18/1000)】

During this period, Dago focused more on the spell "Resonance," even more so than "Ice Crystal Cannon."

Since moving to the town, his progress value has increased very slowly, mainly because he dares not use the Ice Crystal Cannon to bomb when he goes to the Wizard Hall meditation room to cultivate.

While releasing the weakened version can also grant progress points, it's extremely slow, so slow that it only increases by a little bit every three to five times on average.

This benefited "Resonance Technique," which became the most frequently practiced skill after each meditation session to restore mental energy.

With advancements in skill usage, the ice element skin created by the Resonance spell has become more compact and orderly, deeper and more restrained, with an overall color leaning towards blue.

Thinking about this, Dago still had to admire the genius who invented this witchcraft. This was no witchcraft; it was practically a body-strengthening and refining technique.

Most wizards don't have his physique and constitution, and Dargo hasn't exercised much at all, which makes him want to learn mortal techniques.

When he becomes a full-fledged wizard and can fly, what's the difference between him and Superman?

However, the wizards he can currently defeat in close combat are basically characters like Karami, who can be taken down with a single air cannon shot.

In short, this witchcraft has great potential, and Dagger is very optimistic about it.

He took out his old brass pocket watch and glanced at the time; it was already eight o'clock at night. Dago filled the bathtub with hot water and soaked in it.

Tonight is another night dominated by cold.

Light snow was falling outside, and the air was bitterly cold, but inside, the house was steaming with heat, and white mist condensed on the glass windows.

Dago lay in the bathtub, closing his eyes and quietly enjoying this pleasant moment.

"Bang, bang, bang, crash, crash!!!"

A series of muffled sounds echoed in the distance. Dago raised his head and listened intently. The sounds were mainly coming from the north and east of the city.

This situation has become commonplace in the past few days, indicating that the Darkblood Council has once again launched a fierce attack on the mercenary sorcery defense line on the outskirts of the town.

The sound of the magical explosion continued for a full thirty minutes.

"The Blood Servant Wizards of the Dark Blood Council attacked rather fiercely tonight; they usually retreat after about ten minutes."

Dago thought to himself that something was wrong, so he took out his wizard robe from his storage ring and examined it.

This wizard's robe is no ordinary garment; it is engraved with two runes: "Clean" and "Durable." One can only say that it is worthy of a young master from a wizarding family.

However, before he could get dressed, a loud bang, like a hurricane sweeping through the wizard's hotel, shook some of the dust off the roof.

Dago quickened his pace, put on his wizard robes, and headed toward Serena's room.

He heard the explosion very clearly. The sound didn't come from far away; it was right inside the town. This time, something really bad was going to happen.

He pounded on Serena's door, only to find her already fully armed inside.

As Dago and Serena walked out of the wizard's inn, clutching their staffs, they discovered that a raging fire had set the night sky ablaze in the north of the city.

At that moment, an even louder, more violent noise came from what seemed to be near yet far.

"Boom!"

Dago looked up sharply and saw a huge fireball hundreds of meters away that ignited the house the instant it hit it.

He paused for a moment, and then several hired wizards came running over from the front, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

"Black-robed wizards! Black-robed wizards from the Dark Blood Council are in town, killing and setting fires everywhere!"

"The town has fallen! The black-robed wizards are attacking!"

The hired wizards ran while shouting and yelling.

In an instant, the civilians who had been watching and asking questions on the street were thrown into chaos and scattered in all directions.

Dago listened to the continuous explosions around him, as well as the faint cries for help and screams that could be heard in the darkness.

After thinking for a moment, he used an air blast to jump onto the highest rooftop and looked around from there.

In the flickering firelight, there were frantic fleeing hired wizards and civilians everywhere, and the chaos was accompanied by bloodshed and slaughter.

Suddenly, Dago's eyes narrowed. With the help of his detection spell, he could clearly see a figure in black robes riding a shadow leopard, leaping and bounding about some distance away.

During the operation, the black-robed figure unleashed green energy orbs from his hands, like the King of Hell calling out names; any hired wizard who got too close was instantly killed.

In just the short time that Dago was watching, seven or eight black-robed employees had already lost their lives.

"court death!"

An unnamed fire rose in Dago's heart, and he raised his hand to gather an air bullet and aim it at the black-robed man.

With a "whoosh!!", the air bullet flew rapidly toward the black-robed man.

"Bang!" The air blast struck the ground three meters away from the black-robed man, and the resulting air blast overturned him and the shadow leopard.

The man in black robes fell to the cold ground, quickly got up, whistled, and the Shadow Leopard swiftly came to his side. He mounted the leopard and sped toward Dago.

Soon, he appeared on a rooftop four or five houses away from Dago.

The black-robed wizard was tall and thin, his face completely hidden within his robes.

His cold gaze fell on Dago, and their eyes met in silent silence.

The two stood facing each other in silence, the pale moonlight shining on the snow-covered street, devoid of any warmth.

The civilians who had packed their belongings and were preparing to flee had just stepped out of their houses when they saw the two people facing off on the roof and were suddenly at a loss for what to do.

They stood there, looking terrified, not daring to move.